The Spilt Blood Spreads Round and Round

The large grey was low to the ground once they spotted the bison herd. His keen blue eyes were already scanning over each animal to find a weakness. He was a skilled hunter and he had provided for his pack before, hopefully his recent joining wouldn't cause any miscommunications. "If you want, brother Kove, I can get closer and report my findings. From here it is difficult to see a limp or a sickness," he pointed out. Burke wanted to intervene that they should divide some tasks. Who was going to chase the prey, and who was going to make the kill? Or were they all allowed to make the kill? Burke slowly moved into a sitting position from where he was hunched down before.

He had the most weight compared to the other two. Yet, Burke was not the speediest or most flexible one. He would be fine just chasing after one bison but maybe his weight could help in the process. "Brother Kove... Tasks perhaps?," he spoke. It was quite the challenge to not take the lead here. He was used to being an alpha, and leader of a hunt. It wasn't like he didn't respect Kove's leadership it was just an old habit to be in charge. Burke not trying to disrespect Kove was already saying a lot.